I took his razor from the shower floor, bits of his black hair still caked between the blades. I took his toothbrush from the sink counter and sucked on the bristles, trying to find the taste of him, but there was only the flavor of watery mint toothpaste.... I pulled the sheets off the bed with the idea that I could gather the imprint of him and save it. Furthermore, I thought, I can unfurl the sheets on our old bed at home. Furthermore, I can lie in the creases formed by his body. Furthermore, I can sleep with him again.

The Book of Unknown Americans